Free Van, Becca - Help Me Fly Again (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Becca van Page A

Then she had been abducted by another angel man who had dropped her from the sky, making her think she was going to die. She had escaped that loony, only to end up fighting a wild animal that had staked her as dinner for its cubs. God, what an imagination!
    Sandi felt movement beside her and turned her head. She looked into the aquamarine eyes of Dreab as he leaned on his hand staring down at her. Sandi screamed and flung herself over the top of him to land on a cold marble floor. She screamed again as she realized she was totally naked and as weak as a newborn baby.
    “What the hell?”
    “My sentiments exactly,” Erup replied as he sat up on the other side of the bed.
    “Oh my God. I thought it was just a dream. It was, wasn’t it? You don’t really have wings, do you? Oh, my throat is so sore. I must be getting sick.”
    Dreab and Erup threw back their heads and laughed. They laughed until they had tears leaking out of the corner of their eyes.
    “You have a sore throat? That is the funniest thing I’ve ever heard. Did you hear that, Dreab? Sandi has a sore throat,” Erup stated through his laughter.
    “I don’t see what’s so funny. I think I’m getting sick. I actually feel sick to my stomach,” Sandi explained.
    Her statement set the two men off again into peals of laughter. She tried to stand up but couldn’t seem to manage it. “You can explain your hilarity later, but if someone doesn’t help me to a bathroom now, there is going to be a mess to clean up,” Sandi said through clenched teeth.
    “Bathroom. Now,” Sandi yelled over the laughter as her stomach churned and knew she was going to be ill.
    Sandi had never seen two men move so quickly. One minute they were rolling around on the bed, the next one of them had picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. She didn’t even care that she had an audience. She was feeling just too lousy to care. Once Sandi was done, she was feeling so much better, except for the fact she was so lethargic. She had never felt this way before and didn’t like it one little bit. She knew she was a terrible grouch when she didn’t feel up to par, but to actually be physically sick made her feel like a wrung-out dishrag.
    Sandi lifted her head to see Dreab and Erup staring at her with concern. Now that she was feeling a little better, the lack of privacy bothered her.
    “Do you mind?” she asked with a raised brow.
    “I’m not leaving,” Dreab stated from his lounging position against the doorjamb.
    “What the hell gives you the right—” Sandi started then stopped as she glanced around at her surroundings.
    The bathroom she was in was as opulent as any mansion back on Earth. The cold floor beneath her feet was a light, white marble color with streaks of gold and gray. She raised her head and glared at Erup and Dreab.
    “Where the hell are we?”
    “You are in our home, my mate,” Dreab stated, keeping his face blank.
    “I beg your pardon?”
    “You are in our home, Sandi,” Erup reiterated.
    “Get out of here, right now,” Sandi said in a voice so low and quiet, her mates had to strain to hear her.
    Sandi was furious. She was so angry she was shaking. She wanted them to leave her so she could clean up and get a hold of her temper. If she lost control, she knew she would end up saying something she would regret. She watched as they left the room, closing the door behind them quietly. She got into the glassed-in shower cubicle, letting the warm water run over her tired, aching muscles. Once done, she got out and dried herself off with a big, fluffy towel. She had no idea why Dreab and Erup hadn’t brought her to their real home before, but she intended to find out. She hadn’t done anything to make them feel threatened and wondered if they didn’t trust her.
    Sandi walked back into the large bedroom and found a long, wide piece of colored cloth on the end of the bed. She picked it up and wrapped it around her like a toga, tying the ends together